Chapter 1: The Fickle Finger of Fate
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Brother, Sister, Group Sex, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, School, Nudism, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Fickle Finger of Fate - The story of a brother and a sister and how a random selection on a school elective sheet leads to a life of public nudity that includes all the trimmings - like public masturbation and sex!
“Ummm ... let me see ... ummmmmm ... how does anyone choose? Oh, I don’t know! They all seem the same to me. You choose, Susan. You seem to have a much better idea than me on all this wierdo stuff.”
“Hey! Now that’s not fair, Jack. And it’s not fair for two reasons!” replied Susan.
“Firstly...” she continued after a brief pause, “ ... they are not weirdos. They are just people who have a particular point of view on life and stuff ... just like you, Jack ... and they wish to live their lives according to those ideas. I don’t think it is weird at all. I think it is great and I think it is wonderful that we have a Governmental System that has seen fit to allow those folk the full protection of our Legal System against discrimination. It is a system that gives everyone equal opportunity for freedom of expression. That is of course unless it brings harm to another group ... which stands to reason ... of course. And secondly...”
The young man, called Jack, sitting next to Susan started clapping loudly and said, “Bravo, bravo! Nice speech. Thanks for the lecture, sis. But you have to admit that despite all of that these groups are still minorities which still puts them out there towards ‘weirdsville’. Regardless of our sympathies the fact that they need laws to specifically protect their way of life means that most ‘normal’ people see them as ‘abnormal’. Isn’t that so!? Come on, you have to admit that I am right. In fact I even know that you do actually consider some of these groups a little strange. You’ve told me yourself many times how much you enjoy BBQ’d spare ribs and how you could never BE a VEGETARIAN! Which tells me straight away that you think VEGETARIANISM is just a little bit strange!”
Susan looked at Jack then paused before replying, “Yer, I guess you are right. But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect them or that Vegetarians shouldn’t have the right to be who they want to be and live how they want to live. The same goes for all those other groups listed on that sheet. Now you must agree with me on that point, surely!”
Jack looked down at the sheet of paper on the cafeteria table and scanned it carefully before lifting his head and looking at Susan again. He smiled and said, “Well, I guess you are right but I still have no idea which one to choose. Anyway, what was the second thing you were going to say?”
Susan turned her own head to scan the sheet of paper again herself then continued with, “The second thing you are wrong about is that I DON’T have a better idea than you on all ‘this weirdo stuff’ as you put it. I am just the same as you. I haven’t got a clue on which one to select.”
Jack looked out through the cafeteria window at the throng of passing students then added, “Well, why don’t we just pick one at random and be done with it? They all seem the same so let’s just take a stab at something and go with that. We have a class to get to in ten minutes and we need to have our selection registered before we go home tonight. So let’s just DO IT and get going!”
Susan looked at the sheet of paper then at Jack then out the window then back at the sheet of paper. Jack could tell she was concocting something in her mind and waited quietly for her to speak.
A minute went by before Susan piped up with, “I tell you what ... how daring are you, brother of mine?”
Jack did not reply but just shrugged his shoulders and kept looking at his sister waiting for her to continue which she did.
“Let’s close our eyes. You grab my hand while I point my finger at all the names on this sheet of paper. With our eyes closed you move my hand around in a circle three times then stab my finger down onto the sheet. Whatever is under my finger we both MUST promise to do regardless of what it is. Are you game?”
Jack just shrugged again and said, “OK, sister of mine. But no backing out. Alright! Once the Fickle Finger of Fate has decided our fortune then we both must follow through on it. To be honest I can’t see anything here that is all that scary. So ... yer ... I’m game ... Let’s give it a whirl. We need to get going anyway. Right then, stick your hand out.”
Susan stuck her hand out over the A4 sheet of paper lying on the cafeteria table. She pointed her index finger down then closed her eyes. Jack gently grabbed her hand then closed his own eyes and said in a slightly mocking tone, “O Fickle Finger of Fate, guide our destiny this day and show us the path we must tread as we venture into the Lifestyle Awareness Week of this fine Institution of Learning.”
With those words Jack circled Susan’s hand three times around the general perimeter of the sheet of paper in question. At the end of the third circuit he moved the hand he held in a short zig-zag motion across the paper then promptly pushed it down onto the table. This action saw Susan’s index finger stabbing down onto a mystery Lifestyle Group. The aim was to now get involved with that group regardless of the one selected!
Both Susan and Jack kept their eyes closed in nervous anticipation of what the Fickle Finger of Fate had selected for them. Was it a Political Group? Was it something strange like UFO-ism? Was it some Fundamental Religious Group? Was it something quite normal like Jew-ism or Arab-ism or Vegan-ism or Vegetarian-ism?
Jack was the first to open his eyes and the groan he gave forced Susan to open hers immediately to see what he was looking at. She put her free hand over her mouth and mumbled out, “Ohhhh myyyy gaaaawwwwd!” Susan stared at Jack and Jack stared at Susan.
Susan then tried to lift her hand from off the paper in a gesture that indicated she wanted to try again but Jack held that hand firm. Even though he was blushing, as was Susan, he said, “This was your idea remember! We promised, remember! No backing out, we said! Remember!”
Susan gave a resigned sigh then added, “But, come on! We don’t really have to. You can’t really expect us to do ... to do ... to do ... TO DO THAT!”
That last ‘TO DO THAT’ was spat out with some force as they both turned their eyes away from each other and back to the sheet of paper. Together Jack and Susan Flynn just looked at what the Fickle Finger of Fate had chosen for them to engage in for the school’s Lifestyle Awareness Week.
Both Susan and Jack started to blush again as they read just one single word accompanied by a contact email address and a phone number.
At last Jack, still blushing, spoke up, “How on earth did I miss that one? I must have read that sheet dozens of times but I don’t remember seeing that one. Was it hiding or something? May be we should have another go? What do you reckon, sis?”
Susan looked at Jack then at the table then replied after a bit of thought, “No! No! No! It was my idea. I made the dare so I think we should do it! I know I am blushing but ... WHAT THE HELL...”
Susan and Jack’s red faces looked at the paper then at each other then at the paper then at each other again.
“Yep!” said Jack. “What the hell! If NUDISM is what the Fickle Finger of Fate chose for us out of fifty other options then NUDISM it will be!”